The waves never settle or rest, bigger and louder the sand they address, letting every crash be heard, from a little rumble to the silent sound of an humming bird, oh but shall I be blind to see, what the wonders of this brings for me, oh how have I lost my time, into the salty sea, that ease my mind, am cold, but its calm, as I dry my tear at the crack of dawn. Oh shall I fear, a blasted moment of nothing but waters crashing out here, will I set my mind free, for what's left of this world is not for me, looking over the clouds are hard to be recognized, but what my heart can see are blind by the naked eyes, red, orange, maybe yellow too bursting thru the misty morning, evaluating all due, but what's to stop the sea from roar, as my heart aches and the wind caress me more, lost into the shadows of time, sitting at this sandy shore, whose to tell my anticipation, footsteps of a wondrous creation, a beauty of a world where success is at no cost and my mind shall be at ease at last.
Yet there's so Much to see, and it paints in my mind, a sweet twisted morning, gets me every time, oh well! Feeling the mist pierce my skin, light as a feather I let them in, its breaking, coming again, a type of rush hour around the bend, watching the clouds glide open, It's a beautiful sight, new beginning, the sea never rest, waves rise and bow at their best, never letting the ocean down, now the leaves arch and fall at the crack of dawn the cocks crows awaking all, but am already here to see the sun set and rise over the sea,
But little shall I know, minutes fly so fast and the hours they grow, oh great a boat sailing by, onto the waves, shaking hands with the grumpy grey sky, oh who shall I fear for its all a sight to see, the wonders this ocean as offered me. shall I let my guard down, wrapping my blanked tight, toes buried into the sand, but if you listen clear, It's nothing but a grumpy old sound here and there, but over into the far east of the ocean view, colors of glamour, overdue, a light in the dark maybe what i need, here come the rays of the smiley sun, and a little tear fall from eye to the ground, the sea as become silent and the beauties of time, and my minds at ease, yet its calm, another day for I shall see, another beautiful morning like this portraits me, as the tears slowly glide down my cheek at the Crack Of Dawn.
by: Jalicia Henry
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